‘Rasta is not a religion,’ my father always says, echoing the edict he drilled into me and my siblings growing up. ‘Rasta is a calling. A way of life.’ There is no united doctrine, no holy book to learn the principles of Rastafari, there was only the wisdom passed down from the mouths of elder Rasta bredren, the teachings of reggae songs from conscious Rasta musicians, and the radical Pan-Africanism of revolutionaries like Marcus Garvey and Malcolm X.
